Fucking parents.

Just a bit of history here before I go into why the parents are “Fucking parents”. When I was a lot younger my parents split, I was left with my bitch-whore of a mother who abused me in terms of religious (catholic) abuse for many years, she’s dead now (YaY!), and I’m still healing from the mental scars those years of abuse left me with.

My father on the other hand moved to France with my Step-Mother, that was about 25 years ago; now they’re moving back. Anyhow, moving back to 20 miles down the road, moving into a house which is going to turn into a “4th Bridge” project, where by they’re already well into the cycle of continual and eternal DIY on an epic basis.

He wants me to drive a 40 mile round trip on Sunday morning to unload a van. Yup, that’s right, unload a fucking van. Now I would never dream of asking someone this, yet for him, in his own mind, he is not a bad person for it – in his mind, it’s a normal request. To add insult to this, he wants it done at stupid o’clock. Yesterday he called to confirmed this and was surprised I wasn’t looking forward to this, and in fact I had a negative attitude (Is he real?). I work for a living, have only two days off per week to sleep in and spend with My Wife; he fails to see that. So “Fucking parents” – there you have it.

I’ll continue this thread when the van unloading has been done. He is still sulking that I’m not jumping for joy at this “opportunity”, I guess it’s a generation-thing.

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